Tractor Starts Attending Church, Rolls in During Communion

The deacon blinked and dropped his bread,
As the John Deere rumbled in and said,
“Praise be the diesel, bless my hood,
I’ve plowed more fields than you’ve done good.”
The choir froze mid-Hallelujah,
As gears ground loud through the Gloria.
It bowed before the pulpit light,
And beeped out Psalms in LED bright.
“We welcome all,” the pastor said,
“Even those with tires instead.”
Now folks confess near mufflers chrome,
And take their wafers drive-thru home.
The baptism tank’s a diesel dip,
And pews are bolted not to slip.
Each Sunday’s now part sacred, part farm,
With bulletins stuck in a hydraulic arm.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on July 5, 2022 by Alan Nafzger

By Alan Nafzger

Professor Alan Nafzger is the publisher of Farm.FM, writing from Wichita Falls, Texas. He earned his Ph.D. in political science with a focus on rural policy and agricultural economics, a master's degree in public administration emphasizing rural development, and a bachelor's degree in political science. Over a dual career spanning 57 years, he has taught rural policy, agricultural economics, and county administration while managing a family operation that includes farming, ranching, and dairy. The classroom and the farmstead keep each other honest: he writes about the policies he has studied and the cattle, crops, and milk checks he has actually had to live with.

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